Hi, my name is Lisa. I never update my LiveJournal. I take ice skating and belly-dancing lessons, and I have a cat named Mele that I adopted from Chesapeake Cat Rescue a few weeks ago. I work full-time as a marketing assistant (which means I work on Fridays now), and I’m about to receive an A (as far as I know) in my first graduate-level course, Modern Rhetoric. My ex-boyfriend lives in Alabama now, but we watch “Love Monkey” together on Tuesday nights. I kind of started a business a few months ago with my roommate, Allison, but we hardly talk right now because she has a boyfriend and never comes home. I spend a lot of time reading and watching my TiVo. I’m currently reading How to Make Love Like A Porn Star…A Cautionary Tale by Jenna Jameson – it’s her autobiography and it’s awesome. Sometimes my military friends call me from other countries, like Bahrain, Iraq, Spain and Japan. I hardly listen to cool music right now because my Malibu just spits my CDs out and says “E r r” (short for “Error”) when I try to play them, and my iPod is never charged. Most nights when I don’t feel like running, I use “My iPod isn’t charged” as an excuse. I tried to go back to Weight Watchers recently, but found myself very un-motivated to lose 2.8 pounds. I recently got a raise at work, but I keep trying to get another one without success. I usually put off food shopping as long as possible because it makes me lonely. I’ve been drinking a lot of water and my hair is highlighted, so it’s pretty blonde. My digital camera was stolen on St. Patrick’s Day, but my mom got me a new one for my birthday and I love taking lots of pictures wherever I go. That’s about it.
Allison: “I made you and Tom on The Sims.”
Lisa: “Do we live together?”
Allison: “Yeah, and you hate him and you’re knocked up.”
Lisa: “Real nice.”
Allison: “And your house is ugly as shit.”
So, if you had asked me this afternoon what I was doing later tonight, I bet I wouldn’t have said, “I’m going to hang out on the USS Barry for awhile — just to eat some Sonic and watch some Penn & Teller and stuff.”
Laurie took me on board to visit Grant for a bit. I felt really popular when knew the guy standing outside that gave us our little pink passes and went to get Grant for us. His name is Allen and I smoked his hookah in May.
After we watched Penn & Teller, Grant gave us a little tour of the ship — mostly because I had to go to the bathroom. He showed us where he works and we went outside and looked at some of the other ships. Then we had this conversation:
Grant: “So, now that you’ve seen the ship, you think you could live on this thing for six months?”
Lisa: “Eh, I guess it wouldn’t be that bad. It would depend on who else was on it. I bet it’s hard being a girl living on a ship for six months.”
Grant: “Yeah, a lot of girls just try to get knocked up so that they can get off the ship. They’d rather have a baby then stay on board.”
Lisa: “Well, I can tell you this much. If you offered me the option right now of getting pregnant or living on this ship for six months, I’d choose the ship. No questions asked and I wouldn’t even have to go home and pack.”
Visiting ships is fun. I’m glad I finally got to visit the Barry, and I love when random cool shit happens.
Allison and I went to D.C. on Sunday afternoon. We hit up Tyson’s Corner for some shopping on the way up and then checked into our four-star hotel, Hotel Madera. Once we settled in, we headed out in search of some excitment. We ended up roaming aimlessly around Dupont Circle and found the sweetest place – Gazuza, a hookah bar. We ordered a hookah from the most gorgeous waiter I have ever seen and smoked some Double Apple while we sipped mojitos and chatted with some guys who work for Northrup Grumman.
On Monday, we took the Metro to the Fashion Center at Pentagon City, where I knocked out pretty much all of my Christmas shopping. Score.
I left work at 5:00 today, so I inevitably ended up sitting in traffic all the way home. I wasn’t too upset, though. I decided to use my extended time in the car to catch up on some phone calls and try to get my social life back in order. I’ve been seriously slacking in that department lately.
First I called my grandmother to wish her a happy birthday. Then I called some people to leave messages about New Year’s Eve. Then I returned one guy’s phone call who wants to take me out to dinner in January to say yes. Then I called a guy that I met on Saturday (did I tell you that I met four college graduates on Saturday?) and set up a tentative date with him for later this week. I left a message for Laurie, too, to apologize for being anti-social and not hanging out recently.
Then I had this weird thought. I thought, “I always talk to my friend Ed on Instant Messenger, but I haven’t actually talked to him for almost three years.” So, I called him.
“Hello?” he said.
“Ed,” I said. “It’s Lisa. I’m calling you because I forgot what your voice sounds like.” Personally, I think this is a very practical reason to call someone. He laughed at me.